Wednesday, August 15, 2012

All That Jazz

Hello again. I know it's been awhile. I know you missed us, I know you probably lost sleep over the heartbreak that we were gone for so long. You probably wondered if something had happened. Did I finally have enough and Sarah Mclachlan Tiny Dog? Did Tiny Dog run away or finally get eaten by Lil Dog? No, no, no, I have just been busy. Believe me, Tiny Dog has given me plenty of material. I just wish I could capture more of it on camera. I'll post separately about most her antics later, but here's the quick update to give you a taste of what's been going on:

Tiny Dog is not so tiny anymore (23 lbs! WHAT?), but she no longer seems to grow every time she takes a nap.

Tiny Dog has successfully slept outside of her kennel at night a few times, but also has been tossed in Puppy Jail for the nights when she fails to grasp the meaning of bedtime.

Tiny Dog knows a handful of words - sit, potty, come, and puppy jail. That last of which results in her diving under the couch.

Potty training is going really well. No accidents for a week or so, but we always backslide at some point.

Tiny Dog loves the dog park more than she loves anything, more than she loves me or food. And she really loves the dogs that weigh in at over 150 lbs.

Tiny Dog built a clubhouse and has become a hoarder.

Tiny Dog made yet another trip to the vet.

And last but not least, both Tiny Dog and Lil Dog love old Jazz.

Yes, both dogs love the classics on the Singers and Swing station. Eta James, Billie Holiday, the Rat Pack? Yes, all of them. The music works like a magic sedative that is administered via the ears. I can pop in an Eta James CD or turn on the music station (thank God for fancy TV) and they associate it with nap time. Or maybe they find it so boring that it lulls them into a coma? Eh, whatever works. Case in point, this is what they look like right now while Billy Eckstine croons "That's All."